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SEVEN

KENJI

INSTRUCTIONS

Day 453

“Princess,” I start, noticing how husky my voice sounds to even my own ears. “On your knees.”

I watch her pupils dilate at the instruction, the black swallowing up all of the green in her eyes. As soon as I pull my hand off her—which feels like the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do—she drops to her knees with a graceful fluidity. The movement is seamless, almost instinctive, as if she’s been waiting for this moment. It causes a sharp intake of breath to come from behind her, but I don’t look at my brothers, not yet. My eyes stay focused on the beautiful creature on her knees in front of me.

She sits back on her haunches, her posture perfect, her hands resting on her thighs with the palms facing up in a gesture of complete surrender. I don’t think she even realizes what she’s doing, what a perfect gift she’s giving me. Her chin tilts down slightly and she glances up at me shyly through her long lashes. The vulnerability in her gaze, so unlike her usual confident self, sends a jolt of electricity through me.

It’s the most natural submission I’ve ever seen in my life. The sight of her, so willing and open, ignites a fierce protectiveness within me, mingled with an overwhelming desire. Every part of her, from the gentle curve of her neck to the way her fingers twitch slightly with impatience, is a sign of that trust she claimed to have in us. In me.

Her breathing is steady, though I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest betraying her excitement. The soft glow of the room's light catches on her skin, highlighting the slight sheen of sweat that clings to her. I take a step closer, my shadow falling over her, and I can see the way her body reacts, a slight shiver running through her at my proximity.

“Good girl,” I murmur, the words a soft rumble in the quiet room. The praise draws a small, almost imperceptible smile to her lips, a brief flicker of joy that makes my heart clench. I reach down, my fingers brushing lightly against her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. She leans into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment, savoring the connection. “You’re so beautiful like this,” I say softly, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “So perfect.”

I want nothing more than to give her everything right now, but I can’t. She’s still hiding something, obvious enough by her silence earlier and unwillingness to open up about why she felt so guilty. I know all three of us caught the way she cut herself off when talking. Until she comes clean and tells us the truth, I’ll never be able to fully let go, to fully be myself with her and give her every part of me. So as much as this is going to hurt, I know that I have to stay back tonight and stay strong in my role as the conductor.

Only the conductor.

I take a slow step back, my hand falling from her face back down to my side. The loss of contact feels like a physical ache, but I push the feeling aside, focusing on the task at hand. Her eyes follow my movement, a flicker of confusion crossing her features before she masks it with a look of calm submission.

“Color?” I ask, willing my voice to remain steady.

“Green,” she murmurs. Her voice is quiet, soft in her submission.

“Good,” I say, a small smile tugging at my lips. I flick my eyes up at Theo and Adrian, and then flick them over to the couch, indicating where I want them. When they’re both seated, I bring my gaze back to Farron again. “Now turn around and crawl on your knees to Adrian.”

She hesitates for the briefest of moments, a mix of anticipation and trepidation flashing in her eyes before she obeys. She turns slowly, her movements graceful and deliberate, and then begins to crawl on her knees towards Adrian, who quickly pushes the small coffee table out of the way. The sound of her crawling across the hardwood floor and our breathing is the only noise in the otherwise silent room. My breath stutters in my chest as I watch the slow, sensual sway of her hips from one side to another as she makes her way across the room. Her figure always draws my eyes, even in a pair of sweats, and I can’t help but appreciate the roundness of her hips and the curve of her ass.

Adrian watches her approach with hunger, his eyes dark and intense. As she reaches him, he gently takes her hands, guiding her to sit back on her haunches once more. His fingers trace patterns on her skin, a light touch that sends a visible shudder through her. Instead of making another move, Adrian looks up and meets my eyes, deferring to me.

He knows this is what I need, and I know that he gets as much enjoyment as I do when I’m in control whenever we’ve shared a woman. He and Theo also agreed they would follow my lead earlier, and I respect my brother for keeping his trust in me. I think after the long and trying day all four of us have had, this is exactly what we need to release the tension and pain.

“Princess, I want you to ask Adrian for permission to take his cock out and into your mouth,” I tell her as I move forward, positioning myself so that I’m standing to her side rather than behind her.

“Can I?” Farron asks as she tilts her chin up, eyes locking with Adrian’s.

I click my tongue at her, giving her a gentle reprimand. “Ask properly, Princess.”

She releases a shaky breath, the sound echoing in the quiet room, cutting through the tension. Her chest rises and falls with the effort of steadying herself, her hands trembling slightly as they rest on her thighs. I watch as she steels herself, determination forcing her spine straight. Her voice is soft, but clear, when she finally speaks.

“Adrian, can I take out your cock and put it in my mouth please?”

The man in question lets out a groan, gently stroking her hair with his fingers, the action completely at odds with the raw need in his eyes. I can tell that he’s holding himself back, that he wants to give her whatever she asks for. But, I also know that he loves this sort of delayed gratification, and that causes me to smirk. “Yes, Sunshine,” he murmurs, his voice thick. “You may.”

Farron’s hands are shaky, moving slowly as she reaches up to unbutton Adrian’s pants. But despite this initial shakiness, that vixen I’ve come to know makes her appearance rather quickly as Farron’s fingers deftly work the fabric until she’s able to free him. The sight of Adrian, hard and ready all for her, makes her lips part slightly, a breathless expectancy settling over her. She slowly begins to rub him, her fingers stroking over that ladder of piercings on the bottom of his dick.

She leans forward, and I can imagine how good it feels to have her warm breath against his skin as she positions herself. Her eyes flick up to meet his one last time, seeking reassurance and finding it in his gaze. Adrian’s hand continues to stroke her hair, his eyes hooded as he looks down on her.

As she takes him into her mouth, Adrian’s head tilts back, a low moan escaping his lips. Her movements are slow and deliberate at first as she takes her time, changing up the technique or the way she uses her hands, figuring out exactly what he likes best. The room is filled with the sounds of their breathing, the soft, wet noises of her mouth working him, and the occasional groan or gasp from Adrian.

When she takes all of him into her mouth in a sudden movement, her nose meeting his pelvis, Adrian’s not the only one who lets out a harsh noise. My eyes jump up, landing on Theo. He’s sitting on the other side of the pair, his mouth open as he palms himself through his jeans. I know exactly how he’s feeling as my mind draws my attention to the way I’m straining against my zipper.

“Such a good girl, Sunshine,” Adrian murmurs, his voice low and approving. The praise draws a soft hum of appreciation from Farron, the vibration surely adding an extra layer of sensation for Adrian.

“That’s enough,” I grind out, knowing I need to put a stop to this before Theo and I come in our pants and Farron gets absolutely nothing. “We have so much more planned for you tonight.”

Reluctantly, Farron pulls back, her lips releasing Adrian with a soft, wet pop. She sits back on her haunches, her breathing heavy, her eyes immediately moving over to land on me. I move closer and my hand reaches down, gently lifting her chin higher. “You’ve done well, Princess,” I tell her softly, my thumb brushing against her lower lip. “Color?”

“Green, Sir,” she responds immediately, a little bit of snark in her tone.

Fuck .

The honorific—even if sarcastic—coming unbidden from her lips in combination with the sight of her lips swollen and glistening, sends another jolt of arousal through me, causing my dick to twitch in my pants.

“Good. Now, stand up and go to Theo.”

Farron rises gracefully and steps towards Theo. She immediately reaches for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and helping him take it off. His hands come up to rest on her hips, pulling her close, his eyes focused on her as though she’s the only thing in the world. Anyone with eyes will have seen the way Theo seems to orbit her, as though she’s his sun.

I wave my hands briefly to get Theo’s attention on me before I sign, “T, undress her.”

Theo’s eyes never leave hers as he starts to undress her, his hands moving in reverence. He starts with her top, pulling it over her head, revealing a black lace bra underneath. He takes a moment to admire her before unclasping it and letting it fall to the floor. Farron’s chest is bared to us, and we all take in her nipples as they harden under our collective gaze. Theo seems unable to resist as his hands come up to pinch at the stiff peaks, and he ducks down to lick the curves of her breast, just over her heart, causing her to let out a soft whine.

Theo stops himself before I can say anything, and I watch as he trails his hands down her sides and hooks his fingers into the waistband of her sweats, pulling them down along with her underwear in one swift motion before having her lift one leg and then the other to remove them completely.

Farron stands before us, completely exposed, her skin flushed red with her arousal. I take in all of her curves, my eyes tracing the lines of her body. Every inch of her is a masterpiece, from the delicate arch of her neck to the graceful line of her collarbone. Her hips flare out into thick, muscular thighs, a testament to her strength and the hours she spends outdoors working. The way her muscles move under her skin, the subtle play of light and shadow, it all captivates me. Her legs are strong and shapely, the kind that makes a man want to drop to his knees in worship.

The roundness of her breasts, full and inviting, covered in freckles, rises and falls with each ragged breath she takes. Her rounded tummy and the way her waist dips in before flaring out into the luscious curve of her hips, leading down to the swell of her ass, firm and perfect. She is a vision of raw, unfiltered femininity, and the sight of her standing there is enough to be my undoing.

“Eat her out,” I instruct.